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Katsuki Bakugou isn’t the type to have a crazy night out. Hell, he barely even has night outs, but his idiotic group of extras will not leave him alone, hanging out in his dorm like they fucking own it and telling him how he needs to ‘relax’ more. Katsuki simply scoffs at the false accusations. He doesn’t need to relax, he needs to be the best and the only way he can be the best is by having a goddamn healthy sleep schedule unlike his insomniac of a roommate. Speaking of, where the hell is Shinsou?
“Bakubrooo, you have been working non-stop for the past few days. You really need to relax”, Shitty Hair wails like the baby he is.
A girl with heavy eye makeup grins at him, “Yeah Blasty, c’mon there is a cool party just a few blocks down. Don’t be such a buzzkill”.
“Fuck off Racoon Eyes”, Katsuki grunts.
“What if you don’t have to go to my band’s next concert if you come?”
Katsuki glares at Dunce Face. To be fair, his band isn’t necessarily bad, it’s just really fucking annoying to be there and plus he has been a little stressed out this past week. Maybe one cheat night won’t be horrible.
“Fine”, he finally groans out causing the five idiots to cheer.
Not even thirty minutes later, they were in front of a big frat house with regret piling in Katsuki’s stomach.
“This was a fucking bad idea, I should’ve just stayed in my room”.
“Aw don’t be like that bro, who knows? Maybe you’ll get laid” Katsuki growled as Soy Sauce face wiggled his eyebrows at him.
“Not with all the growling he does, people will think he is a goddamn wolf hybrid”.
“Mina sweetie, I think you’re reading too much fanfiction” Shiitty hair sighs.
Katsuki couldn’t handle this, so he stomps towards the building while yelling behind him, “Just shut the fuck up and let’s get this over with.”
The inside was exactly like you would expect it to be, crowded, loud, hot, and stinky. The stench made Katsuki scrunch his nose up in disgust and he knew he couldn’t get through this night without alcohol in his system, which is probably not a good idea considering he may or may not be a lightweight.
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Fifteen minutes in, Katsuki was swaying his hips to the beats of the music in the corner of the room. Thirty minutes in is when he saw an angel. He tried to blink the hallucination away, but it was as stubborn as he was and remained in the same spot.
Throughout the rest of the night Katsuki couldn’t help but let his eyes wander towards the apparently-not-a-hallucination. The man was beefy with green curls framing his face, pretty purple light highlighting his features. He was wearing a simple t-shirt with some illegible text written on it paired with blue jeans and an All Might themed fanny pack. He’s got taste in comics at least.
Kirishima, the only one of his friends who stuck by his very drunk side and saw the way Katsuki ogled at the stranger. He giggled at the other’s obvious interest, not that he could blame him, but it was time to head back home. Katsuki, however, refused to leave, not without the pretty stranger’s name at least and if he is lucky maybe his phone number too.
At this point Kiri didn’t know what to do. Sure he wants his best bro to get laid, but does he want him to make a fool out of himself? No, of course not! That’d be so unmanly. But he couldn’t stand Katsuki looking so whipped and kind of helpless, it made him feel single despite having a whole ass girlfriend. So he did the only logical thing that his mind presented at the moment. Encourage him.
“Bakubro, you should totally go talk to him!”
“HAHH?! What the hell Shitty Hair? Talk to who?” Katsuki knew exactly who he was talking about.
“Bro, don’t be like that. You’ve been staring at that guy the entire night you thought I wouldn’t notice?”
In a quieter voice, Katsuki asked “You really think I should?”
Kirishima nodded enthusiastically. That was all the confirmation a drunk Katsuki needed before stomping over to the greenette who seemed to be looking around for someone. Kirishima following close behind.
“Oi!” Kirishima winced immediately realising this might not have actually been a good idea, but it was already too late.
As the man turned to face them, Katsuki lost his breath all over again. He. Had. Freckles. FRECKLES!! And the purple lighting just made it better. Defined forearms peeking out of the shirt which read ‘Party Shirt’ just gawking at him. Forget an angel this man looks like a fucking god.
“I-I saw you across the room and I thought you were cute, do you mind if I get your number?” Katsuki was talking quickly, trying to get everything out at once. The stutter didn’t really help.
The god-like-being just stared at him for a bit before he marched away with a simple, “No.”
Both of the men were left rooted to the ground in utter shock. Katsuki had never been rejected, not that he asked anyone out before, but he was the one who did the rejecting. Kirishima was the first to recover out of the two, grabbing Katsuki’s arm with one of his own and texting the squad group chat with the other. They headed towards the exit in silence. Katsuki just let it happen as he was still processing the situation in his drunken mind.
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Kirishima led Katsuki back to his dorm where Shinsou was scrolling through his phone laying starfish style on his bed looking like a corpse. Nothing out of the ordinary. What was out of the ordinary was seeing Katsuki so dishevelled. Shinsou raised his eyebrows in question at Kirishima who just shook his head at him.
He set Katsuki down on his bed, the exhaustion apparent on the redhead’s face
Shinsou stood up, heading towards the mini-fridge in the corner of the room. “Why don’t you head to bed? I’ll take things from here”
“Wha- Are you sure?”
“Positive, just go get some rest, yeah? Looks like you had a wild night out”, He chuckled as he grabbed a water bottle and handed it to Katsuki, Kirishima just grimaced in response and left. Huh, that was odd.